Gu Chuan tightly gripped the teacup, and with a "bang," he crushed it directly in his hand, saying in a deep voice, "What do you mean by 'accompanied burial'? King Wu is invincible in the world, and even when facing cultivators, how could everyone united not have the power to fight?"
"Brother," Gai Qingcheng sighed and said, "You are not proficient in martial arts, and some things are difficult for you to understand. Take King Wu, for example; his immense power cannot be defeated by mere numbers or forces. He can single-handedly resist the entire world,
and now, King Wu faces the Immortal Sect that transcends martial arts, facing stronger cultivation experts. More people are just more ants. Can ants shake a tree? Can a praying mantis stop a chariot? Is this something that can be achieved by numbers?"
Gu Chuan gritted his teeth and said nothing.
